My candle burns at both ends
Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread.
I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.
The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide.
Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.